Twelve's dream

Twelve was back at the guard barracks with Eighteen. the two women were jogging around the perimeter of the compound's forcefield. Eighteen's large breasts bounced with each stride, swinging in unison beneath her tight uniform. Her long blonde hair was tied into a ponytail which swung as she ran. Twelve shot a sideways glance at her friend as she laboured to keep pace, wondering how it must feel to have such large tits. Her modest pair were so small and firm they barely moved as she jogged. The two women ran past a group of prisoners on a work detail with a pair of guardwomen escorting them, painsticks at the ready. The men stared, mesmerised by the sight of Eighteen's huge jugs jiggling beneath the stretched cloth. Anguished cries came as the guards punished them for their insolence and laid into the prisoners with gusto with their painsticks. Twelve and Eighteen laughed aloud at the prisoners discomfort. Nearing the guard's showerblock they broke into a sprint, racing one another. The athletic long legged Eighteen won easily, reaching the door to the block yards ahead of her bunkmate.

The two women stripped and hurried into the hot showers, their hands roving over each others bodies in an instant. Twelve worked soap over her lover's chest, coating those magnificent orbs with lather. She felt Eighteen's hand between her legs, soaping her thick bush. Eighteen bent down and put her lips to one of Twelve's dark nipples, sucking it erect while Twelve squirmed in delight.....

.....In the cave Calvo was sucking on Twelve's nipple. His petite hostage stirred in her sleep, murmering encouragement as his fingers began to probe the luxurious growth of hair covering her crotch.....

.....Eighteen had a finger inside her now, teasing Twelve's pussy and making her wet inside. Twelve backed to the shower wall spreading her legs and her statuesque blonde love knelt between them and applied her mouth and tongue to her hirsute snatch. Eighteen's tongue wormed it's way inside her and Twelve thrust herself against that skilled mouth, clutching at Eighteen's golden hair and pulling her face tight to her body.....

.....Calvo lapped at Twelve's hot cunt, bringing pleasured moans from the guardwoman. Her ass lifted from the floor and her hips moved, rubbing her mound against Calvo's face and drawing his tongue deeper inside her. Her bound hands clenched and twisted, pulling at her restraints. Calvo's cock was stiff now and he pushed Twelve's legs wide apart, kneeling between her straddling thighs. He positioned his cockhead against her slick pussy and pushed. Twelve's cunt was beautifully tight and he had to buck his hips to **** his thick cock into her. He began to fuck her slowly, her vagina still as taut as a velvet vice around his manhood.....

.....Suddenly Eighteen had a dildo. Where had that appeared from? It pushed into her, filling her completely and stretching her tight snatch. Twelve shook her head. This wasn't right, Eighteen had never used those things. The dildo was picking up speed and thrust into her harder and faster and it felt hot, alive. This wasn't how it had been, this was all wrong.....

.....Twelve opened her eyes. Calvo was on top of her, his body between her spread legs. He was thrusting at her, a red hot hardness lancing into her body. Calvo grunted and Twelve felt the splash of heat inside her aching pussy as his cum fountained within her. The guardwoman began to sob as Calvo pulled his cock free. She could feel his seman dribbling from her bruised lips and her pussy felt raw from the friction of his fat cock. Calvo wiped his dirty prick across Twelve's pubis, using her bush to wipe the sperm and juice from himself. Then he simply rolled over, turning his back on the crying guard and went to sleep.